Henson gave her a weird look. "Looking for me? By staring out into thin air?"
Norah couldn't help but laugh. "Is it a crime to enjoy the view while I'm at it?"
She slung an arm around his shoulder. "Let's go!"
Henson, already half a head taller than her with a strong, athletic build, arched an eyebrow. "Did something happen? Are you in love again?"
Norah narrowed her eyes. "Again?"
Henson's expression remained perfectly stoic. "You've been in a relationship before. Saying 'again' is grammatically correct."
If Henson hadn't brought it up, Norah would have completely forgotten Nicolas even existed. She chuckled. "I'm not dating anyone. Stop making wild guesses!"
*
Sunday.
As the late afternoon sun began to set, Sara stood in front of her mirror doing her makeup, mentally cursing the universe. Being forced to attend a business dinner on a Sunday evening was a downright crime against humanity.
By the time she finished her makeup and pulled her car out of the driveway, the sky had darkened. Twilight settled over the city, the streetlights flickering on to illuminate the endless stream of evening traffic.
Sara called her manager to let him know she was stuck in gridlock and would be running late.
Knowing he was already out of line for dragging her out on a Sunday, her manager didn't complain. He just good-naturedly told her to drive safe.
Sara hung up and leaned back against her seat. Staring at the sea of red taillights stretching out in front of her, her sense of urgency completely vanished.
By the time she finally pulled up to the hotel, it was well past eight.
Instead of rushing inside, Sara walked over to the designated smoking area. She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the brick wall, slowly exhaling a long plume of smoke.
There was an effortless, commanding grace to the way she smoked. The swirling haze blurred her flawlessly applied makeup, giving her an aura of brooding mystery.


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